Job 7: Job continues

My life is a seething black whirlpool of suck. Every night as I go to sleep I pray to just not wake up. But then I do and I remember my dead kids and I smell my rotting flesh and I know that only misery and shit awaits me until finally the end blessedly comes. Don’t tell me not to complain. If you don’t want to hear it, leave.

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